On the eighth day, we settle down to work the crosswords, noodle the acrostics, search for all the possible anagrams in Overcoming Problems; inscribe the names of all the people in all the villages & where they live & how much they earn & what they owe & what they have & what they havent. This is called qualitative easing. We keep the ledger  quarter bound in goatskin with moiré silk boardsin the cellar, along with the jars of pickled antecedents & shrunken headlines, seek the meaning of dungeon in the Old Norse dyngja, a pile of manure, a womans workroom, a place of stench or sacrifice. We cut a bream into serving portions solay! Another typo at the printers shop & de Morgans theorem which states that the denial of a conjunction is equivalent to the altercation of the denials & the denials of an alteration is equivalent to the conjunction of the denials, Shakefork. We are damaged goods & we know it, relegate in our new-found homeliness, tierced in pairie sable, gules & azure. The control towers have been mistaken for observatories.